18 February 2013
"We could.. Run away.." Jordan murmured to Roslyn, laying on his bed stroking her hair. Roslyn stared around the room, dark burgundy walls.. Similar set up as the rest of the rooms. She rolled over to face him. "Everyone needs you Jordan. We can't. We need to finish this." His eyes darkened slightly. "The world is a little busy hating me." He said. A ball formed in Roslyn's throat, a tear rolled down her face. She stared at his bare, scarred chest, tracing the lines. "My friend died today. I want revenge on that bastard." His warm fingers traced her collarbone. "If we make it through this, war.. Would you come with me after?" Roslyn stared at him for a moment. "Yes." He smiled, wiping a tear from her face. Her eyelids began to feel heavy as her head sunk into the pillow. Jordan pulled her against his chest, stroking her hair as she quietly sobbed herself to sleep.
*** "They'll be here in an hour." Walter said. Jordan stared out the newly repaired window if his office. "You and Roslyn can have my Quarters. I'll sleep here. You two obviously don't want to be apart, and there will be extra space this way." He said. Roslyn should be out if the shower by now... "Thanks.." Jordan muttered, jamming his hands into his pockets, stalking out of the room. He wandered down the hall back to his room, to find Roslyn curled up on his bed, in jeans and a grey shirt, hair still wet, playing with a tiny flame dancing in her palm. She closed her palm, extinguishing the flame. "Hi.." He said. "Hey.." "Walter's room is ours." Jordan said. Roslyn slid off the bed, slipping her arms around him. "I have get my things.. I'll be back in twenty." She said. "Kay." He said, letting her go, heading to search for his suitcase. Roslyn wandered down the hall to her room, lost in thought. She'd been there for a week. She fell in love with a beautiful, tormented, demonic boy she was sharing a room with. She would die in four months. Snapping out of it, she slowly she opened the door. "Need help?" Roslyn jumped, spinning around to see Olivia standing behind her, wings and all, with tall leather boots in her arms. "Um, yeah.. Actually.." Olivia smiled. Angels really did love helping people. Choked up, Roslyn walked in behind Olivia. "How's Adrian?" She asked. "Miserable.. Flynn stayed with him last night." "For a week, he really loved her huh.." Roslyn said, heading to her wardrobe. "They always had a thing. He was her first friend when she came here. He made her who she was. Such a nice girl..." Olivia trailed off, pulling out textbooks. "Bottom shelf, two sets of gear, the boots I brought go with them. Grey is for training, black is battle. Everyone has a pair of each." She said. Roslyn pulled out the two sets of sturdy material, laying it out with the other essentials on Clove's bed, trying to avoid the sight of the dry blood all over hers. "Roslyn.. You really do something to Jordan.. Flynn and I have known him for seven years. We haven't seen him so happy.. You bring out his human side." She said, pulling out clove's suitcase from under the bed, putting the books and clothes inside. "You two got a room together hmm?" "Yeah.. I really love him." Roslyn said, feeling her face get warm. "Well, it's obvious he loves you too.. Take care of him." Olivia said smiling. "Training starts today, after the burial, and when the new kids are settled. I packed a dress for you to wear.. It was Cloves.. You'll have a few minutes to slip into your gear, I suggest you keep your hair back. Only one class today." She said, heading for the door. "Olivia?" "Yeah?" "Thanks.. A lot." "Anytime, see you around." She said smiling, leaving the room. She picked up the handle of the suitcase, making her way back to Jordan's room.
*** Tamar stared at Wilbur for a moment. Wilbur backed into the corner of the room, clutching his bit of paper and stub of pencil, trembling. adrenaline flowed through him as Tamar slowly moved towards him, clutching a dagger. Wilbur burst out if the door, taking full advantage of his freedom, running down the hall at full speed. He knew where to go. He knew what side he belonged on. He paused, hearing yells. he listened to Tamar yell for the guards to find him. He ran down the stairs, two demons in hot pursuit. Trying not to laugh, he continued to run through the castle, bursting through the front doors, out into the woods. Eventually, the demons lost track of him. "Whoo!" Wilbur screamed with joy. He knew where to go. He'd seen the maps numerous times. He curled up against a tree sketching a little horse on the paper, trying to save room. In seconds a horse appeared. He heard the demons making their weird sounds, meaning they spotted him. He saw the two hideous figures. He hopped onto the horse, sketching two tiny daggers, they appeared in front him. His threw them both, they landed in the demon's chests, they gurgled and screeched, until they disappeared in a puff of black smoke. He jabbed his heal into the horse's side, hurrying through the woods to safety.
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